My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.
Lucky and Pedro are running drugs in the New Mexico desert when they run out of water. What happens next could be called justice, or it could be called revenge.
Carter Malis thinks he knows exactly when he turned into a self-identified homophobe, and that had to be the moment when Aron Ruskin, his best friend since forever, announced to him that he was going to marry a dude. Great. So there were going to be two Mr. Ruskin's, and that without counting Aron's dad. And here's this thing. The face staring back from the mirror, the moment he wakes up in a hospital bed, doesn't belong to him, but to douchebag Alex, aka Aron's husband.
Halloween 2018
It was a Halloween tradition for high school seniors to stay overnight in The Haunted Shack. This year something different was going to happen. Old curses and lifted wards combine to make this a night of horror for eight 18 yr-old high school Seniors.
Some college students have a cabin getaway for the weekend. On that stormy, and gloomy, Saturday of that same weekend, they exchange with each other their true horrifying experiences.
Harry was more a writer than an author. In his mind he wrote pulp fiction rather than anything seriously literary and it was a circumstance that suited him all things considered.
A ghost story: It all started when I foolishly went through the wrong door. I could have been easily rectified my error by re-entering the building and locating the door I had originally used when I entered the building. But instead, I opted to find my way to my car by working my way round the outside of the building. A foolhardy decision given that it was the early hours of the morning and very dark. It was a decision that I was to regret.